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// Chapter 2 - Need in Recognition and Luck 
// Story: Saving Whitespot 
// by ACPictures 
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As Whitespot and Thistle are walking in downtown Ponyville, they spot a few Wonderbolts flying in the sky. Whitespot’s dream is to become a member of the Wonderbolts. Unlike Whitespot, Thistle has her dream.

“I don’t mean to hurt you. Sometimes, everypony has different dreams, ideas, or life. Luckily, you’re not the only one.” 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Thistle notices Whitespot looking down or bored. Whitespot is usually quiet and not very communicative. She sometimes wants to talk about exciting things, such as acrobat or dreams. Additionally, she is just an average, ordinary Pegasus.

Thistle says, “Hey, why the long face? Shouldn’t you be proud of the competition?”

“I do,” said Whitespot. She tries to stay calm or confident, but conflicts doubt her thoughts. “I always want to do so badly, but I’m just so afraid if I’m ready for this. What if I go wrong? I want to win so badly that I want to prove myself better or to be recognizable.”

“Whitespot, win, or lose doesn’t even matter. You still have a chance to improve better than before. After all, better late than ever. My point is: nothing is too late, everything is on time. Life knows when your time has come.”

“I hope so…”





At Whitespot’s house in Cloudsdale, Whitespot is swinging on a swing, looking up at the sky. She sees a blue, figurative pony with rainbow-colored mane who is busting some clouds in the sky. Whitespot looks wondered. Her sense of reality changes her fearlessness. She looks down to the ground, kicking her back hooves and looking at the far distance of Ponyville. She stops swinging and goes to her house.

In Whitespot's house, a full-grown Pegasus named Partly Cloudy is chopping some vegetables. It is Whitespot's mother. 

Whitespot enters the house, looking down. She goes to the table and sits down silently.

“Is there something wrong, Whitespot?”

“No. It’s fine,” said Whitespot, but she isn’t. “Mother, why is life so-so? I mean, I feel like... I have an empty space inside me. Something needs to fill it up.”

Partly Cloudy says, “Whitespot, it’s tough to say, but sometimes life is rough. It's not just only you; it’s the time. And sometimes luck could change our lives when things go all right in the end. I know how you feel a little lonely, but your life will be changed soon enough.”

Whitespot nods quietly.

Partly Cloudy senses Whitespot that she needs a reminder or charm to cheer her up. She takes off her necklace and puts it on Whitespot. Her necklace is a shape of two-wings flapped open.

“This is for luck. You may be better at gymnastics than anypony, but you’re just as strong and courageous as anypony, as well.”

Whitespot smiles and hugs her mother around her neck, never to let go.